Run to the hills....
Ok, so it's been pretty quiet on the ol' bloggy front and I'm sure you've been hanging on the edge of your seat waiting for the next installment of the mess that spills forth from my mind.
Well, wait no further kind sir, I've finally found a spare moment to empty out my thoughts for all of you to see, much like a woman empties out the depths of her purse. Tip it upside down and you will find a seven month old receipt for a cheeseburger, a gum wrapper, a 5 cent coin, bobby pins and lippy that has somehow lost it's lid and is now hairy and covered in crumbs. MacGyver could escape from a burning building with what you can find in a woman's purse.
Damn. Now I have the MacGyver theme song in my head. Better than the song Phil had in his head for three long days..."if all the raindrops, were lemon drops and gum drops..." If you don't know it click here. You'll be so glad you did....
Speaking of songs, this has reminded me of what today's post was going to feature.
While driving to Christchurch yesterday for a shoot, I was rediscovered some things that I found amusing.
I should explain that I haven't been able to listen to music in the car since Caity put a bead in the tape player, rendering the entire thing useless. Phil surprised me by giving me an early Christmas present and installing a new stereo. So I rocked out for whole journey. Dancing, singing, headbanging, foot tapping goodness. During this 'process' I rediscovered two things (REdiscovered because I must have known this in the past but had forgotten over time)
1. I sound really ridiculous when I try to sing along to Iron Maiden. Bruce can screech amazingly high, so when I try to replicate that sound, I sound like my Grandma at church. No offence to Grandma. The church voice sounds great while sung along with a hymn. Not so great while sung along with this song.
2. Despite the fact that it was one of my favourite songs when I was little, I know hardly any words at all to Dave Dobbins "Slice of Heaven". For shame. Every kiwi girl should know these lyrics. I still sung it REALLY loud though. 'Cos that's how I roll.
On a different note, Taryn had her first disco on Friday. Phil and I had so much fun watching her dance. With her glow stick. By herself. Totally not caring that she wasn't dancing in a circle of girls. She did join in with her peers eventually, but I love the fact that she didn't feel the need to. We should all be a little more like that. Just rockin it out to our own rhythm. No friends? Whatever. I'm cool here.
Caity got up to wiggle her stuff too. Girl dances like her mamma - arms swinging, legs kickin, big toothy grin.
I did take some footage, but somehow I lost it, so you'll just have to use your imagination.
A different tangent again - Christmas is sneaking up on us...I wouldn't say it's sneaking up quietly, what with the stores already decked out and all, but I suspect it will be here before I know it. Anyways, my friend Elise has joined me on the Christmas tradition of making Kahlua.
My mum and sister and I started this 'tradition' quite a few years ago. They don't really do it anymore, but I've soldiered on. I'm determined to keep the tradition alive. Y'know, for nostalgia and all that. And because it tastes gooooood.
Right. Hubby is home from his bike ride, time to switch off. Before I leave I wanted to show you what I bought today and play a little game. A mate's having a 30th on Saturday and we have to go as an 80's personality. I'm going to look suitably awful. Can you guess who I'll be based on these horrible pants?
Well, wait no further kind sir, I've finally found a spare moment to empty out my thoughts for all of you to see, much like a woman empties out the depths of her purse. Tip it upside down and you will find a seven month old receipt for a cheeseburger, a gum wrapper, a 5 cent coin, bobby pins and lippy that has somehow lost it's lid and is now hairy and covered in crumbs. MacGyver could escape from a burning building with what you can find in a woman's purse.
Damn. Now I have the MacGyver theme song in my head. Better than the song Phil had in his head for three long days..."if all the raindrops, were lemon drops and gum drops..." If you don't know it click here. You'll be so glad you did....
Speaking of songs, this has reminded me of what today's post was going to feature.
While driving to Christchurch yesterday for a shoot, I was rediscovered some things that I found amusing.
I should explain that I haven't been able to listen to music in the car since Caity put a bead in the tape player, rendering the entire thing useless. Phil surprised me by giving me an early Christmas present and installing a new stereo. So I rocked out for whole journey. Dancing, singing, headbanging, foot tapping goodness. During this 'process' I rediscovered two things (REdiscovered because I must have known this in the past but had forgotten over time)
1. I sound really ridiculous when I try to sing along to Iron Maiden. Bruce can screech amazingly high, so when I try to replicate that sound, I sound like my Grandma at church. No offence to Grandma. The church voice sounds great while sung along with a hymn. Not so great while sung along with this song.
2. Despite the fact that it was one of my favourite songs when I was little, I know hardly any words at all to Dave Dobbins "Slice of Heaven". For shame. Every kiwi girl should know these lyrics. I still sung it REALLY loud though. 'Cos that's how I roll.
On a different note, Taryn had her first disco on Friday. Phil and I had so much fun watching her dance. With her glow stick. By herself. Totally not caring that she wasn't dancing in a circle of girls. She did join in with her peers eventually, but I love the fact that she didn't feel the need to. We should all be a little more like that. Just rockin it out to our own rhythm. No friends? Whatever. I'm cool here.
Caity got up to wiggle her stuff too. Girl dances like her mamma - arms swinging, legs kickin, big toothy grin.
I did take some footage, but somehow I lost it, so you'll just have to use your imagination.
A different tangent again - Christmas is sneaking up on us...I wouldn't say it's sneaking up quietly, what with the stores already decked out and all, but I suspect it will be here before I know it. Anyways, my friend Elise has joined me on the Christmas tradition of making Kahlua.
My mum and sister and I started this 'tradition' quite a few years ago. They don't really do it anymore, but I've soldiered on. I'm determined to keep the tradition alive. Y'know, for nostalgia and all that. And because it tastes gooooood.
Right. Hubby is home from his bike ride, time to switch off. Before I leave I wanted to show you what I bought today and play a little game. A mate's having a 30th on Saturday and we have to go as an 80's personality. I'm going to look suitably awful. Can you guess who I'll be based on these horrible pants?
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